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John tightly gripped the three vials of the mysterious glowing Transcendent Potion in his hands, pondering the urgency of returning to Salty Fish Village. After all, these invaluable potions could only fulfill their purpose when used, and the longer he delayed, the greater the chance of unforeseen complications arising. By then, it would be too late for regrets.
He carefully summoned three exceptionally skilled Transcendent Guards to accompany him on his journey home. Leaving two equally formidable Transcendent Guards and his loyal Master behind to guard the Chamber of Commerce was indeed a lavish arrangement. Generally speaking, which Chamber of Commerce would be willing to deploy such high-level forces for security? Fortunately, his Master and the others were fiercely loyal to John and had no complaints about this assignment.
As they traveled towards Salty Fish Village, John sat quietly in the carriage, his mind racing with an important question: who should receive the remaining ordinary Magic Wolf Bloodline Knight Potions? Most of those previously rewarded had already consumed similar potions. If these remaining potions were not utilized properly, they would go to waste, becoming nothing more than useless decorations.
At this thought, John couldn't help but mentally criticize those foolish novelists. They always seemed to craft absurd plots where the protagonist faced life-threatening crises yet waited until the last moment to seize a life-saving opportunity. Even more ridiculous was how enemies would simply watch as the protagonist leisurely made their choice, not even bothering to attack!
In some stories, when opponents unleashed powerful transformation skills or ultimate attacks, the protagonist's side remained completely passive, failing to attempt any disruption of their casting. John couldn't fathom what these writers were thinking; they seemed like a bunch of fools!
After all, during his time here, he had always taken direct action in battles—why wait until after defeating an enemy to start talking?
Suddenly, a terrified shout from one of his attendants broke through his thoughts: "My lord! There's a bandit ahead!" John's brow furrowed at the news.
The road from Wutan City to Salty Fish Village stretched for several days, and it seemed they had encountered an unusual amount of bandits along the way. Perhaps it was due to the aftermath of that fierce battle, which had scattered many mercenaries and led to a surge in banditry. This was already the third group of robbers they had encountered on their return journey.
John had grown somewhat accustomed to such situations by now. After all, he was traveling with only a small entourage—besides the three powerful Transcendent Guards, there were merely ten ordinary soldiers clad in heavy armor.
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